throw them a bone

you see a gaggle
of men
and women in nice pressed
suits
chasing
the siren down the street.
an ambulance in full bloom.
like mad dogs with bared
teeth gnashing,
they run with their ties
in the air,
their hard shoes
pounding the pavement
as they gallop
towards
the injured, the dying,
the unfortunate
victims.
their brief cases
swing wildly,
as their tongues hang out,
their brows furrowed
and dripping
with sweat. they can
almost taste a payday,
just a bone, even a small
bone will do.